MM/OFC
Her love is his pain. It makes him feel in a way that he never intended. He sees everyone as mechanical. She sees everyone for who they really are. They're polar opposites but fit together like matching puzzle pieces. Follow along through the...
Minnesota's chill hits hard. We've been wrapped up since landing in the smaller twin city. Marilyn even layers stockings under his pants. Thankfully, the hotel keeps the thermostat at a cozy seventy-five. Marilyn prefers me scantily clad, but I refuse to freeze for his pleasure. Tonight, though, I'm aiming to be sex on heels, hoping to reignite some kinky play after the bruise incident.
It's Halloween, and I'm thrilled to spend it together. I've gone all out with my costume—my take on Harley Quinn. Three hours in the bathroom perfecting the look, and I'm ready.
"Are you finished, babe?" His voice echoes through the door. "We're supposed to leave in fifteen minutes."
"Almost done! Promise!" I call back.
Stepping out, I clear my throat and strike a pose.
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"Like it?"
His eyes widen. "I think I just came in my pants," he blurts out, cupping my face carefully.
"Thanks. You should let me spray one side of your hair black so we can match," I suggest, shaking the can of black hair spray mischievously. "I'll be your Harley Quinn for the night, Mr. J."
Thinking on it for a second, he says, "I do still have that suit from 'Coma White.'"
"Let's do it then. It is Halloween, after all," I encourage, putting the black hairspray in his bag.
Ready to go, I pause when he stops me. "Just one thing."
Looking up at him, I inquire, "What?"
"Will this wash out?" he asks, running his fingers through my hair.
Giggling, I reassure him, "Yes, babe. It's just colored hairspray."
"Okay. Let's go. Your best friend Ginger won't like it if we're late," he reminds me.
He's a tad jealous of Ginger, who appreciates my sugar-free desserts due to his diabetes. Realizing he wasn't eating them, I now make special treats for him. "I'm looking at my best friend, Manson," I assure him, pinching his cheek.
"Promise?"
"Do you really need to ask?" I respond, looking back at him. "You're one of my favorite people in the world. Now come on, Mr. J. I want enough time to perfect your look."
At the Venue
Walking into the venue, we immediately draw attention. The combination of our costumes and Marilyn's natural presence guarantees we stand out. The club is packed with people in various stages of dress, from elaborate costumes to scantily clad outfits. Halloween always brings out the wild side in everyone.
